Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

Teri left, James finished his food, and then he stood. “I’ve got to head out. I should be back by five, but if not, you’re free to go. I’ll give you a grand tour another day.”

“Okay, is everything all right? Do you need my help?”

“Unless you know how to help a temperamental teenage boy with issues, then no, this one I’ve got to do all on my own.”

Suzy winced. “I don’t. Sorry.”

“Oh, well. Enjoy your afternoon, I’m going to go and see what is bothering young Ryan.” Just as James was about to leave, Pixie appeared. “Excellent timing. I’ve got to deal with Ryan again. Will you show the lovely Suzy around? I know you don’t have a problem with that.”

“You got it.”

“Good, good.”

“Tell Ryan he needs to get his shit together.”

“Before I do that, I want to know why he’s decided to be an asshole.”

“Should be fun. I thought boys were all assholes,” Pixie said.

“No, not all of them, just some of them. Something has happened though, and I intend to get to the bottom of it.”

Suzy watched as James left his office, and turned her attention to Pixie. He’d changed. The scruffy torn jeans were replaced with a fresh clean pair. “Do you like it?”

“You look good.”

Quickly looking back at her work, she tried to focus on the words in front of her.

“Oh, dear, he’s got you on filing.”

“Yes. I need to put the last seven years into order. He must have paid a fortune for whoever dealt with his finances.”

“Pretty much.”

Pixie took a seat opposite her, and she was aware of him staring. It made it even harder to do her job.

“I love your hair,” he said.

“The red just does it for you?”

“It’s beautiful, and I love the way it fans out across my pillow, or when it’s wrapped around my hand as I fuck you long and hard.”

Pressing her thighs together, she stared at him. “We shouldn’t be talking like this.”

“I don’t care what we should or shouldn’t be doing. I know that I want my dick wet, and you’re the only woman that can get me that way.”

Her cheeks heated, but she didn’t succumb. Instead, he went back to looking at the paperwork right in front of her.

“You want it, don’t you? Your pussy is wet. It would love for me to spread you on this table, and show you how much I want to taste you.”

“Pixie.”

“Don’t lie to me. You suck at it.”

Staring into his eyes, she bit her lip, knowing it drove him crazy. “Maybe.”

“This is going to be so much fun. I have every excuse to be here.” He leaned back. “I won’t interfere. Do your work, and then I’ll take you on the grand tour.”

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